Fitgoals Stories

I wasn't always the person who woke up early for a run, who meal-prepped on Sundays, or who looked forward to leg day. In fact, not long ago, I was someone entirely different-someone who dreaded walking up a flight of stairs, who found solace in fast food and soda, and who flinched at their reflection in the mirror. It all began three years ago. I was 27 and working a desk job that had me glued to a chair for nearly ten hours a day. At night, I sank into my couch, eating takeout while scrolling endlessly through social media, comparing my sedentary life to the filtered perfection of influencers. My back ached constantly, I got winded climbing stairs, and my self-esteem was buried beneath layers of self-doubt and excuses. I knew I needed to change. Not because of what I saw online, but because of what I felt inside-sluggish, disheartened, and disconnected from myself.